The Primadona Malam

Night Butterfly

Natasha stood on the bed. He ruffled his waist to see the debate of his parents. Natasya shouted so thunderously in her room. Brama and Karen turn to Natasya. His screams are so jarring.

"This is the reason that makes me not feel at home! This is the reason that made me choose to go out instead of having to stay with you. Are you not aware of your age, huh? You are not a child anymore who can argue in front of anyone. If you really want to fight, at least do it behind your daughter. Understand!"

Unable to stem his emotions, Natasya came down from the bed after being satisfied to spill his heart. This kind of condition that she had to see every day at her house, made Natasha feel frustrated.

"Tasya, wait, son!" call Karen who saw her daughter pass out of the room just like that.

However, Natasya paid no heed to the mother's screams. He kept swinging his steps down the steps one by one.

"It's all because of you! Just beware that my son is leaving the house again" Karen threatened shortly before she left her husband.

"Geez!" murmured Brama while rubbing her face rough. A second later, Brama came running to catch up with his son who was going nowhere.

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The Kusuma residence.

Ahsan without whistling a little while putting his clothes in one by one. Mbok Jum who was about to deliver breakfast, slightly frowned when he saw the behavior of his foster children.

"Isn't Aden's vacation long? How did you pack all your clothes?" mbok Jum asked as he entered Ahsan's room.

The thin-faced man smiled broadly at the arrival of his foster mother. Mbok Jum's attention to him, made Ahsan so fond of the woman who had grayed.

"Ahsan's vacation is only a week away, Mbok. Therefore, Ahsan is packing from now on. Let it be later, not too tight when before returning to Jogja," replied Ahsan.

"Emh, so yes, Den. Yes, Aden breakfast first! Let Mbok continue," ordered Mbok Jum.

"Yes, Mbok. Hold on, bear this. Just a little more, really," Ahsan replied.

Mbok Jum just smiled at the answer of his employer's son. He knew that Ahsan was still packing his clothes for a long time. Only, Ahsan was not the type of child who always depended on others. Even if he has a maid, as long as he is able to do it, he will do it himself without asking for help from others.

"Already, Den. Think of it as a form of concern for a mother. Now, Aden eat first. After the meal, Aden can continue Aden's work, "guided Mbok Jum while taking over the clothes from Ahsan's hands.

"But, Mbok!"

"Together, Son!"

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Niram who was able to get up and stand up, momentarily looked at Yura's tired face. His helper was asleep while snoring softly. His sleep looks so good. Until Niram's movements did not bother him at all.

Niram's body felt sticky after a day yesterday not touching the water. The dirtiness attached to his body also makes Niram reluctant to purify himself. The shadow of a mischievous hand that roiled his body forcefully, made Niram weak to the point of feeling ashamed to face the Life Owner. In the end, all day Niram did not do any worship at all. Niram's chest felt tight again, remembering all the sheets of his sins.

Niram tried to stand up. Although it felt strange, but he tried to walk towards the bathroom. Niram was a little troubled when he stepped his foot. Like there's something stuck between the two groins. Again, the girl tearfully realized her chastity was forcibly snatched away by a savage man she did not know her name.

All my life, I will never forget your face, you bastard! May your life be miserable forever! rutuk Niram in the heart.

Arrive in the bathroom. Niram stripped her clothes. After that, he began to flutter his entire body. The coldness of the water still could not dissipate the rumbling in Niram's heart. The more the water poured down his body, the more swift the curse and the oath of Niram's absorbency over him that was no longer valuable.

Tired of ruining his life. Niram was only able to sit in the corner of the bathroom. His entire body looks reddened due to the hard sweep of Niram's hand that tried to remove the dirty stains on his body. Niram did not even hesitate to use a washing brush to clean the remnants of the unscrupulous man's touch. The visible bruises are slightly reduced. However, the wound in his heart deepened.

Niram's body was already shivering. Even his lips look blue. With great difficulty, Niram stood up and grabbed the towel hanging in place. After wrapping the body with the towel. Niram came out of the bathroom and went back to the room.

Niram pecked when he saw Yura still sleeping under the blanket. Hmm, it was only natural that he was still engrossed in dreaming even though the sun was starting to rise. At dawn the girl with a crazy body just returned home.

Niram's forehead immediately wrinkled when he realized one thing. At dawn, Niram heard the roar of a vehicle that stopped right in front of his room. From behind the white window curtain, Niram had seen the shadow of two people. One person was of course Yura's shadow. However, one more person had no idea whose shadow. One thing to be sure, it was the shadow of a man of short stature and slightly fat.

Shortly before the shadow entered his car, Niram heard strange noises for quite a while. Niram was curious until finally, he ventured to peek out from behind the window curtain. How surprised Niram saw Yura standing between the impingement of the outside side of the car and the body of an old stocky man.

The man's face crept into Yura's neck. While both his hands continued to guerrilla around Yura's chest. I don't know what the man did, so it makes Yura's body look immobile.

Niram's heart skipped a beat again remembering what he saw earlier today. A moment later, Niram approached Yura who still looked soundly. Kimono Yura blushed, revealing a bluish-red stamp around her chest and neck niche.

W-what is Yura's job as a wa-nita entertainer? W-Is this what he means night pri-primadona? A-is Yura a woman of the night?

Questions arose in Niram's mind. The bluish-red tattoo spread across the smooth stages of Yura, further reinforcing Niram's conjecture about the job status of the woman who had helped him. Niram believes that Yura is a night butterfly that will perch in a garden that presents the pleasure of the world.